Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Diamond, Hope

The day was short enough that he met her in the floodlights of the monument. You hear? she said, glove against his forearm. Yeah. The bluest stars shed their rinds.

2 comments:

Micah said...

I really like this one. The last sentence is perfect resolution.

Joseph Young said...

Thanks, Micah. I wrote this one for the Obama benefit raffle at Metro Gallery the other night.